Smoking to your lungs content

Every breathe you take,

Kills you a little bit more,

My heart breaks a thousand times seeing you,

Even before the ash hits the floor,

I want to scream at you,

Maybe cry,

Im so emotional over this,

 I cant explain why.

 

The horrible smell which you wear like perfume,

Follows you room to room.

A habit so wrong,

To you seems so right.

I used to fall asleep hearing your smokers cough at night.

 

I've been affected by this situation so much,

Biased as I may,

I only get emotional about people smoking,

When its your lungs rotting away.

 

You say you have stopped,

This is just to help your pain,

I may not cry on the outside,

Because its been too many times,

And its happened again.

Author's Note

Personal inpiration about a family member smoking after quitting, hope this is good :) enjoy x

Reviews

[BigDaddySiddle]

The emotion is concisely presented within this piece, however, similes, metaphors, pesonification etc. should be used more frequently to create an atmosphere, and make the reader feel as if they're being sucked into the poem, like a Blowjob in the wind. (Prime example of a simile) :)

[Aidz]

This is a good write and can be transcribed to any vice.. well done to you

[TJ]

How sad is it to watch someone slowly kill themselves? Everyone has the right to choice but I wish people would think of their loved ones

[AndyJCash]

I feel your pain on this one, my brother smokes and I wish he'd stop :/

[FaithfullyJennyBear]

aww :/ xx

[Coyote Poetry]

Smoking is a hard habit to break. I never was a big smokers. I like a cigarette with my beer in dark and peaceful bars. Sometime better to try to stay positive and give love. In the end. The choice of quitting is their own. Many habits are hard to stop and put aside. A strong poem. Hard to see someone we love slowly kill them selves. A excellent poem.
Coyote